Recent content by Arbok

Arbok thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay Lou, a story for a bracelet." She felt she'd better make it good after all it needed to inspire as well as entertain. Her eyes fell upon the water and the feeding ducks that waddled and preened their feathers. "Alright!" Up she got, bracing herself...

"Oh I would but aren't these all super hard to make?" Tilting her head she let her hair sway in the breeze. "I don't want to put you out." Alouette worked very hard at things. It showed in her explanation of getting all the pieces right and doing it in the right way. Arbok did not fully...

"YES uh... I mean. If that's okay with you Julian. I think they're very keen." They were and it looked like they'd be comfortable to sleep in. Arbok was hardly fashionable but nice things were still nice. A hint of the nerves came back to her as she thought about it but she quashed them with...

Arbok's dark eyes scanned the room in envy. She would like to have competed but it was her turn to muck out the stables so she missed it. "Maybe I could just take... one!" She didn't mean it really but she felt her courage was all played out by just being there. Making off with one quietly...

"Me too." Arbok said after downing her lemonade, not that she DIDN'T drink but being in her sleeping clothes made lemonade feel like the right drink. As she watched Julian fetch more drinks she looked about and had not realized she was no longer fighting. "How do I get one of those fancy...

It was a bit of an obvious retort and Arbok did not have as ready a wit as Julian but that did not leave her without retorts of her own. "Tchss" Not exactly worthy of the Lord's prize but it did the job. Arbok did not think Julian was perfect and at the risk of being too direct made no bones...

"I think it was for a while but I never believed it really. I think the imagery and the fantasy is just so grand." Arbok was sometimes partial to her own brand of quick wit which generally picked on nobody but the target was so blatant she could not stop herself. "You think yourself perfect...

"Hmm, that would look nice I think." Arbok regarded Byanka and tried to imagine it but she didn't miss the look she shared with Julian though she did not understand the meaning. "You know there is a tale, a myth really but it's still told, among my Mother's people, that if you never cut your...

"Oh." Arbok thought about it and decided that getting it done was fine as long as Byanka wanted it and of course, hair grew back so it wasn't like she'd live with it forever. She tried to imagine what Byanka would look like with shorter hair, then with bangs, then without bangs, then with a...

For Arbok, the idea that Byanka Valkas could ever be ignored or not noticed was insane but she did admit to herself that part of that (possibly a big part) was due to her personal experience with her but all the same. She was strong and determined and even amongst the order Arbok had a hard time...

"Thank you." The lemonade was most welcome and though Julian was known to Arbok she could not help but wonder if he was friends with Byanka or if he was after something. We're it anyone she thought incapable in any way she might feel protective but Byanka was anything but. "It does make wearing...

Arbok's red cheeks went a shade more red as she continued to nervously braid. Nerves ebbed a bit but only a bit, the scene was still feeling a bit much. "Thank you. It's eh, I've always had a lot so, I like to style it." Her trademark braids came in two distinct forms, the single braid that hung...

"Um, is that lemonade?" Despite the assurances Arbok was unable to shake her nerves just yet. "I'll have some of that, if there is any left." She did not particularly disagree with Julian, except that he was wrong because night clothes were not the same, no matter what was covered. "I'm sorry...

"I don't think nothing." Arbok tapped the side of her head and winked. "I know!" It was her turn to smile and as Alouette gave her the hard facts about the festival's security and all she couldn't help but smile back at her. "You are right about that." Her laugh was light as she leaned her head...

Of course she was going to be seen and of course it was Byanka. "Hokay!" With her hair patted down to somewhat reasonable degrees Arbok began to keep figeting with it. Making a series of small braids in it. The typical way she wore it misled its true length as it made its way to the small of her...